Serendipity and me.
Last week I was scrolling through the Discover tab on Instagram when Gala’s photo caught my eye. The caption referenced #theblogcademy and the hair on the top of my head stuck up. “Blogcademy? What’s that?”
There was a little flutter in my gut as I clicked the Blogcademy link to find out more.
“THIS. I need this! “ every pore in me seemed to scream in chorus. And when I saw the offer for a scholarship to the workshop I felt it was a sign, and I knew I had to do whatever I could to attend the event. The Universe was clearly throwing me a solid here, and I’ve grown tired of my foul hits and strikeouts. This time I’m hitting it out of the park.
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My challenge if I choose to accept it.
I am a single mom who works full time and rarely asks for help (a trait that I'm learning more and more is not as admirable as I once thought and so I’m working on that). I don’t know if I’ll be able to attend this Blogcademy session without the scholarship, but I need to exhaust all options before conceding to defeat, right? No matter how terrifying the options are, like trying to win a scholarship in a competition among other deserving, motivated, talented women.
I’ve stopped and started this post at least 10 times. But I vowed this year to stop wasting my time and to use my voice. But first I need to find my voice. I know that there is a compelling story inside me, and I know part of my journey here on earth is to share it. Coupled with the complexities and nuances of digital media it’s clear I need some guidance to get me started on the right path.
And that’s where Blogcademy comes in. I want to learn from the very best and that's you, ladies!
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The Neverending Story – Liz Edition.
I have loved writing for as long as I can remember. I have been chronicling my life since I was 12 years old and I have scores of embarrassing, angst-ridden,unicorn-covered journals as testament. When I got pregnant in 2006, I started blogging to keep long-distance relatives in the loop. I loved it and felt at home in a way I hadn't before. But I kept it private, afraid to share it with anyone outside my immediate circle.
In the years since my separation and subsequent divorce, I have blogged in this space in bursts. Gung-ho enthusiasm soon falls prey to anxiety and self-doubt. Fear holds me back from blogging regularly and I feel like I need to have a plan in place—a brand, a voice—in order to proceed properly. On occasion, I let myself dream about what it would be like to write professionally or hell, blog regularly to a loyal readership. But it has all seemed too scary. Who am I to dream a dream so wild?
And so, I have sat back, admiring and envying other writers who embrace themselves—faults and all— and make a name and space for themselves in the blogosphere. It was only recently that I realized that your voice, your brand, your blog, your life is a work in progress. It’s always evolving because we’re always evolving. I’m always evolving. (Note to self: remember that the next time you are "should"-ing all over yourself.)
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Wise women, the brick, and asking.
A wise woman (Oprah*) once said, “The Universe speaks to us, always, first in whispers. And if you don't pay attention to the whisper, it gets louder and louder and louder. I say it's like getting thumped upside the head. If you don't pay attention to that, it's like getting a brick upside your head. “
When I saw Gala’s post, it felt like the thump upside the head. Learning about the scholarship was my brick. But it wasn’t the last brick, because it seemed in the days that followed every sign pointed to Blogcademy.
In addition to the endless Instagram posts and songs on the radio that seemed to be egging me on, I (thanks to the rabbit hole of the internet) came across Heather Jabornik and her post, “3 Ways to Treat Your Dream Like the Wild Adventure It Is.” This post seemed to speak directly to me. And when I discovered that she was a Blogcademy alum I said, “ Ok, Universe! I. GET. IT.”
I knew if I didn’t apply, I would regret it. Big time.
I’m always telling my eight-year-old son that he needs to speak up for what he wants, and if he doesn’t ask for what he wants the answer will ALWAYS be no. But if he simply asks, there is a chance of getting a YES.
It’s a funny thing, parenting. So often the lessons we teach our children are the very ones we need to learn. And so I am practicing what I teach and asking for what I want.
My name is Liz Heron and I want to come to LA Blogcademy next month. I want to win this scholarship to help make that happen.
Here's to seeing you lovely ladies next month!
* You should note that when I say “a wise woman” 8 out of 10 times I am referring to Oprah. The other times it’s a mix of Beyonce, Linda Belcher, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler.